Interesting Fact and a Funny to Boot

I listen to Howard Stern every single day.  Other than my husband, family and friends, nothing brings me more pleasure than to be able to listen and laugh all day long.

Pure bliss, I tell you what.

And even after wading through talk about strippers, porn stars, midgets and freaks.....every now and then I find out something interesting.  OTHER than what motivates strippers, porn stars, midgets and freaks (because believe it or not, that is some interesting shit).

I learned today that the iconic "crying Indian" from those pollution commercials WASN'T EVEN A FUCKING INDIAN!!

Don't know what I am talking about?  Well, here is the commercial:

I know, I know...that MAY be before some of y'alls times, but shit......I am sure you have seen the parodies of it on Family Guy and  the Simpsons.

Anyways.....FAKE INDIAN!!

FAIL!!

The dude was Sicilian.........and not like  Vinny from Jersey Shore Sicilian, but like his parents were right off the boat from Sicily Sicilian.  And like impersonating an Indian isn't enough, he goes and changes his name from Espera Oscar de Corti to  "Iron Eyes Cody", marries an Indian woman and adopts like a bushel of  Indian kids.  He was honored by the Indian Nation for his "portrayal of Indians in film" but it made me think......why the HELL didn't they just HIRE INDIANS???

Fucken weird, I say.

So it reminded me of the time I almost littered.

I say "almost" because really? I hate littering. I absolutely don’t do it and despise when people do litter. I mean, are you that fucking lazy that you can’t find a trash can to throw your disgusting fast food wrappers in? Really?

Ugh, but anyways.

I was going over the Cosgrove Road bridge on quite blustery morning. I was in my husband’s old Ford Ranger and as I am crossing the bridge, I notice a Burger King bag that was balled up in the bed of the truck blows up against the back window of the truck.

I think to myself, “Shit….that bag is going to blow out of the truck and then I am going to feel bad.”

About that time, a HUGE gust of wind whips up. Like the kind that blows your very heavy truck hard and you have to hold on tight? Yeah, like that. About that time, the bag flies up and before I know it…….

:SWOOSH:

It flies up out of the back of my truck and is blown INTO THE WINDOW OF THE BACK SEAT OF THE CAR DRIVING NEXT TO ME.

Y’all…..you could have knocked me over with a fucking feather. In my WHOLE LIFE I never would have thought that that would happen. Seriously.

Hole in one.

SCORE!!

I can only imagine what the hell the dude thought when he went to look in the backseat and found a balled up Burger King bag laying on his back seat.

I still get a chuckle out of that thought.

Happy Weekend y’all!!